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“No, I am not,” he growled.

Tears finally formed in my eyes, hot, stinging wetness that caused me to double over. I hated my weakness, sobbing like a baby, but they were my world. They meant everything to me and I’d forgotten how much. I was a terrible daughter.

I was a horrible person.

“Now, you need to listen to me, Willow. This is difficult for you, but I need to find your brother.”

“What? What?”

“Time is important here. Where is he?”

His voice was more soothing than before and I jerked up my head, my jaw clenched to the point my teeth were grinding. “Why do you need to know? So you can kill him too?”

“No, Willow. That’s not what’s happening here.”

“Fuck you. And stop saying my name. I’m going to the authorities.” With determined steps, I jetted in the other direction, managing to grab my purse before racing down theflight of stairs. Only when I threw open the front door did I toss my head over my shoulder.

He wasn’t there.

I would get away, finding help. And I would avenge their deaths.

So help me God.

The savage thud as I was caught by strong arms knocked the wind out of me. With one look at the person who’d grabbed me, I knew two things.

The thug was working with Dimitrios.

And the second was worse.

“Tin épiasa gia séna, afentikó,” the unknown man told me with glee in his tone.

I wiggled and kicked him but to no avail.

“English, Nico. Our guest doesn’t understand our language.”

Nico cleared his throat. “I captured her for you, boss.”

Why bother repeating the words? I knew exactly what they meant.

I was now Dimitrios’ prisoner.

CHAPTER 6

Dimitrios

The trail was already cold.

In a city that my family had ‘owned’ for years, to have a foreigner disappear without anyone noticing meant Shane was either dead and food for the fishes or had high quality assistance that had allowed him to get away.

Whichever was the case, I needed full confirmation. Until I did, I would destroy parts of the city to try to find him.

“Do you think the girl knows anything?” Nico asked. “Just a thought. Even if you look at the surveillance tapes, she was staring right at you. She must know where her brother is. Maybe she was a lookout for him.”

Just the thought of the lovely girl brought another feeling of arousal.

“Possibly.” The thought was a decent one.

We were headed to my second nightclub to have a discussion with a man who’d spent time the night before at Sin and Shame boasting the Stalker was in town. The whisper of the man’s arrival had put the fear of God into several groups in town. I found that fascinating. At this point, the Stalker’s existence had yet to be proven.

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